Chapter One: The Tale of Teddy

Mom's teddy bear, modified over time.

The next post will dive into mom's first cancer diagnosis at age 5, but in this post--maybe more for myself--I'm so grateful Loie shared early family stories.  We still have mom's teddy bear and I've tried to explain the story of teddy found legs-sticking-up in a snowbank and never got it right.  Here it is from Loie's own pen.

When you were five months old you were given a sturdy brown teddy bear called "Teddy" whom you came to love devotedly over the years, taking him to college and to your home when you married.  He still lies on your bed or a nearby shelf.

One day long ago we drove to another suburb were I shut the car door with keys and Teddy inside.  You were still small and set up a terrible howl.  You cried and stamped to see him unreachable in the car, and you didn't let up until Daddy drove up in a borrowed car and handed out the keys.  Teddy had another adventure in our new home a year or so later.  Snow had fallen overnight and was pushed up in great piles by the snow plows.  In the days following you could not find Teddy anywhere and were distraught.  Driving down the block we noticed two brown legs sticking up and pulled on the legs and out popped Teddy.  You couldn't have been happier if I was the one who was lost in a snow pile.

Loie's Chapter Unabridged